Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can U Make It Hot, artist - Do Or Die. Album song Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2005
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Can U Make It Hot |
We comin back to the scene with, no love |
Players to pimps and, mo' thugs |
Chi-Town people we, stay plugged |
Awwww yeahhh, that’s us |
Pardon my expression, baby love us |
The typical niggaz that, run through |
But don’t let the typical niggaz, run you |
Money ain’t a thang baby, that’s true |
And how much money could, serve you |
For the lucci baby that, burn you? |
When the streets is cold, this shit get hot |
Certain motherfuckers wanna sit and plot |
Do it guns to pull oo-wops, as it does to glocks |
Roam the street, like a rottweiler |
Remember Joe Pe-sci, I’m a Goodfella |
Goin all out, what my daddy tell us |
The nigga got ahead, make 'em all jealous |
Infatuatin nigga’s quality |
Characteristic pimpology |
And I been around the world on a oddysey |
So obviously, I live with the pledge |
It don’t bother me, it don’t bother me |
So obviously, and obviously |
I live with the pledge it don’t bother me, c’mon |
Can you make it hot like this? |
Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you’re, pa-pa |
Can you make it hot like this? |
Can you make it hot like this? |
Can you make it hot like this? |
Can you make me scream ya-ya, cause you’re, pa-pa |
Can you make it hot like this?. |
Check it out y’all |
One-two, one-two, who you? |
Ain’t no jackin us, that’s true |
Got 'spect taken away, you get loot |
Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped |
Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em |
Put your fingers in the air and say, «Ya-ya» |
All my ladies say, «Ya-YA!» |
Poppa to me baby like, «Pa-pa» |
Drop-top Bentley, Benz and Coupe’s |
Lesbians in Lucci suits |
Can I make it hot like this? |
(AHH) |
Can I make it hot like that? |
(OHH) |
See I’ma put it in mo', so, it be cold |
Somethin like superior when I’m bustin the flow’ll |
Have you probably touchin yo' toes (yo' toes) |
I got the type of funk to make yo' hoes get low |
Can’t have the po-po catchin up |
But I can’t picture us ridin bus |
Give you somethin make you scream |
Like the stuff from the triple beam |
Hit the scene baby and get the green baby |
And show 'em what it mean just to bling baby |
When we rock prop stop drop |
Niggaz down like, what what WHAT WHAT? |
Uh oh it’s the M-O, U-N, I-Q-U-E |
Comin straight out of Phil-ly |
So you wanna make it hot like me? |
Wanna go toe to toe with me? |
Whether I’m rockin the industry |
Cause cain’t nobody do it better than me |
Who got capacity to break it down |
Thinkin we weak in the knees? |
Wanna share it, say it to Your Majesty |
Stop it Dunn cause you’re killin me |
Picture me ballin, niggaz ain’t ready |
Straight get jiggy when I rock the party |
Got the audacity to wanna battle with me |
But them skills you posess you could never compete |
Watch this low right here, fools like honey |
Had that body shakin from your head to feet |
Chickenheads comin up, Elmo’s can’t see |
Started a fire, but I’ma bring the heat |
Make it hot non-stop |
From the door to the rooftop |
Papi don’t stop til these haters drop |
And we cop the drop-top to floss at the hot-spot |
Niggaz better grab ahold cause when the sun explode |
To grab your soul, put you under my control |
Hey mama stick a fork in it, cause you be dealin |
With some brothers that ain’t really less fortunate |
But I’m a brother that be ultimate |
I treat a lady like a queen if she be livin like an orphan-it |
Hit the telly on the fourth and fifth, cause if your paper |
Will not bend we tryin to stick it like we awesome |
How many chance you sposed to get? |
I be the brother in the club |
That be shinin with the goldish fit |
Cock-back when you wet me up, let me smile, keep it real |
And I love it when you sex me up |
Don’t hold me down baby, let me up |
Recognize I’m a star, you hit with the master, you in class |
But you had to cut, there be rules to the game |
If you rushin then you asked to butt |
Ain’t no time for no actin up, good game get me too |
Even if you mastered what? |
I’ma man give a true love, laid back with the ladies |
And I bang with the true thugs |
Share the wealth with my crew what? |
Because a Chi brother know |
That a plugged on the same dove |
Let the world know I blew up, because I got on my top |
And I drop with a new cut |
Invent a style and they want that like that |
Seen a ho wanna spin in my Cadillac |
Give it right back |